Mayhem. Rapine. s*******r. These were the things that Hakon"s army brought to the Danes when it left Jutland the morning after the battle.
Their attacks never varied. They would land in the early morning, wherever the pickings looked best. Their strategy was simple. Strike. Plunder. Raze. Escape. Then find the next target. They never spent long enough in any place for the Danes to mount a defense. They sought plunder, not a fight.
The attacks whittled at Hakon"s nerves like a blade shaving splinters from a stick. It was one thing to fight a foe with honor and to be justified in that killing. It was another to bring the fight to farmers, to women, to the old, and to the young, whose only offense was to be Danish. The first few days, Hakon had tolerated the raiding. But now, after seven su
